Sofrito and Beans

Okay, I think, uh-huh, wait, you think what, man
This is, is this another beat
Oh, fuck
There's another beat

I drank two IPAs
I gotta, I gotta turn it down a little bit, too loud in the headphone, too loud, too loud
I like to hear myself, man, it's narcissistic, right, to get on the track and talk, and talk
And make music, like, you think you know what people are really going through

You think you got an idea, or maybe you just need to let it out, huh, and you don't give
A fuck what anybody else got going on, you know, it's two different ways of understanding
I guess
But I understand it, success, don't take it for granted, and some people's born into it

I wasn't, that's the fate that I chose, like, fuck it, if we could go in the game, in the
Matrix, and all of a sudden, be Andrew Tate, I'm gonna be great, cause you know what, I
Know I got the grace, I'm a float, and I know that my hope is so dope, people wanna fucking
Choke on my rhymes like I know, see, people wanna know who I be, I am from the fucking

413, where it's probably the most dangerous city in, well, I don't know, it's labeled
As what it is, you should go and Google that shit, I don't give a rip, I can spit
I been down that shit, mainstream to the south, north end, I been living this life all day
I guess, the Italians have always watched me, MGM, what the hell it's gonna be, people wanna

Talk the mob, but don't know history, you need to pay attention, and listen to hot boxing
Or something, where people's really talking about NOTHING, that matters like you think
What really matters is how you fucking blink, if you fucking miss it, if you don't, you
Should think, that I am dope, you should know, I don't drink as much as y'all do, I control

This, it's responsibility, when I fucking spit, just like everything else I go and get
IF you ever hire me, I'ma work for it, I don't know if I still wanna be an employee
That's why I'm rapping, and I'm getting fucking noisy, everybody talk about the 9 to 5 boring
I don't work 9 to 5, but I been choreing, whoring, people getting me in the ass

For paying me a little check, but I know I should grab, everything that I can get
But I know that my past, ain't what it's gonna be, in the future my test, is to see if I can spit
This is freestyling off the rip, I don't give a shit what y'all think, you know I got a gift
You should say it, tell everyone in the world I ain't playing, 413 we balling everyday man

I'm waving up my hands like amen, people wanna say where they is call Kendrick
He told people he don't give a fuck and shit, I'm in the mountains and I'm not eating
I'm with God thinking, I don't give a fuck about the money, but I really give a fuck about art
And people living with all they heart, and people knowing that if they fart

It ain't that dark, embarrassment, why the fuck y'all men wanna be women
I don't know what's going on, just think, how the world's gonna end
If y'all keep thinking you could be tran man, literally you betraying us from within
That's what it is and the strong ones, is gonna come up, it's gonna be bad

Y'all gonna get mad, they gonna fucking grab, a whole lot of ass and then it gets wack
No gayness, I love colors, the whole rainbow
I love of it, you ever heard the mushroom and pcilicibin
That's the only real gayness I get, other than that

Shit, what the fuck
And you know they had to stop me, cause I would've got cancelled
Before I entered properly, this is a monopoly, my name is Chad and I'll never stop properly
I hit the hard brakes, uh, the rear end lifting up

Like what the fuck, why'd you brake, now we nose diving
I've been diving, I've been diving, diving, diving deep
Looking for thoth and what he think, hell, can you help, I'm written speak
To me, through me, I don't care, I need, to bring rap back to infinity

And help people understand that feeling free, and looking at the sun gives them real energy
There's people who lives off breath all day, (gasp) do you hear me breathe
Uh, do you hear me speak, I'm making rhymes for the weak
So you can get strong, and pump your fucking feet

Stop being like life got me, it don't got shit, if you do this shit properly
And even if you don't, help the people who do, cause they gonna help you, and when you need food
I'm that dude, I got a real rude boy, looking way of being who I am
I'm from four one three, I guess I can, spit bitter, spit bitter, spit better

As better, as bitter as ever, I'm trying to do whatever to get cheddar
I'm never bob, but Mr. Evans, had an eye hop, and it was heaven, I made stacks for my brethren
People sitting down every Saturday and Sunday, everybody eating, it was always lovely
Cause I put the food fresh, just like I always do it, and it's my oven

Four, one, three, flow, I love it, I'm a fucking rap, cause I know I'm so above it
The bullshit, the negative, telling me I can't, and they telling me I spit, like Im em, no way
I'm not him, no way I can be, I ain't sofrito and beans